He sat by the table, waiting for his order to arrive. In the distance, he could see her walking to her class. Her words were still ringing in his ears. He never thought that somebody he considered his best friend could also talk like that. She looked in his direction unaware of his presence there, and he almost ducked his head into his just-arrived plate of noodles, to avoid contact. But she did not seem to have noticed him sitting there. Just like he expected!
Later, when with friends, she still seemed to be awkward. But she had said that nothing had changed between them. He knew better. Everything had changed. She had completely withdrawn herself. In a snap.
But they still managed. Somehow. Another chance. And then there was another chance before they finally started respecting each other. Or so they thought.
Fuchsia 